"Hell, the sky is going to fall," Roy chuckled awkwardly. His cap was soaked, and his hair sticked to his skin. You just opened the door of your place after some constant knocking, wondering who would be outside with this storm raging.

"Um, I feel like I ever left a hoodie around here," he modestly peeked from his spot, and, what he was trying to express was that he needed to get inside, speak with you and hopefully take some refugee.